Draco and Pansy... er Hermione (Dramione)

Draco

Four months. I've been pregnant for four months.

And I couldn't be anymore pissed off at the world. My ankles are swollen, and the ring my parents gave me for my thriteenth birthday no longer fits. My back and the rest of my body hurts, and I can't think of any way to help it. I have mood swings, not as bad now, and don't even get me started on heartburn. My nausea has mostly gone away, except whenever I see Ron's face it comes back all at once and I few times I almost threw up in the middle of the hallway from hearing his voice.

Draco finally explained to me his sudden change of heart. He was going to let me work it out and figure out that it couldn't possibly have been his child because I hadn't slept with him, but then he talked to Pansy and the subject of the party came up and she said she couldn't remember it. At all. Like she wasn't even there. She said she didn't even remember showing up and Draco finally believed that I used the poly juice potion. At first he was kinda mad, but he's gotten over it mostly. He also said that he's been used to his dad not always being there for him and he's spent his life being told he isn't good enough, and he doesn't want to place that burden on another kid's shoulders. I'm still keeping my eye on the whole situation though, because this whole 'Nice Malfoy' thing is creeping the hell out of me, I feel like one day he's going to walk up to me and just mentally it physically destroy me. Just like that.

Ginny has been busy with Quidditch, so here I am, moping my way around the hallways, hating the world, and knowing that everyone knows I'm pregnant because Lavender kept it a secret for all of two seconds. Now I can't walk through the hallways without everyones' eyes on me and the feeling that I am slowly but surely morphing into a grizzly bear, attitude and weight considered.

Although Draco has been pretty nice, he has been keeping his distance from me in the hallways. Even though everyone knows that I'm pregnant (how can they not?), no one besides Ron, Ginny, and Draco and a few other people are aware that Draco is the father and he doesn't want to raise suspicion by walking me to class. Understandably so.

I've been having regular checkups at the infirmary, and as much as I despise my current situation, at least I'm healthy.

"Slut," I turned from where I was walking in the hallway to catch a Hufflepuff boy, tall with buck teeth and freckles, laughing with his group of friends as they all looked over at me as my face went from 'thinking bitchy thoughts' to 'I'm about to punch your throat'. Walking over to them with a look of pure hatred, I stepped into a gap in the circle, hands on my hips, and glared at them. There were five boys there, probably 6th years, and after I stood there for a few minutes all but two left.

"What do you want, whore?" The buck toothed one questioned, mockingly copying my stance, causing his friend to laugh.

"Oh, come on, you're pregnant and your baby daddy is no where to be found. Or do you even know who it is?" The other boy asked.

I knew if I started yelling I would cause a scene, and I wasn't in the mood to be hauled down to McGonagall's office for lecturing. Besides, my pregnancy reputation was bad enough without adding a fight to it.

I turned on my heel, storming away and trying to take deep breaths as I heard them yelling at me as I got farther away. "Go ahead, run away! We all know you're too big of a coward to talk back to us, Mudblood. Ron was right, you are a bitch." They kept throwing in more and more until I felt tears coming into my eyes. Great. One minute I'm ready to fight and the next I'm running away crying.

"Hermione!" I heard someone call and ran faster, knowing that the girls bathroom was just around the corner. I heard my name called behind me again and kept going, getting into the girls bathroom and shutting the door behind me, casting a spell to lock it. I didn't want to talk right now.

"Hermione," someone said, knocking on the door. "It's me, Draco."

"I don't want to talk about it," I said through tears, sitting against the wall in the bathroom and putting my head in my hands. No one else was in the bathroom, so I didn't have to worry about unlocking the door until I wanted to for myself.

"Yes you do, you're a girl, and girls always want to talk about what's upsetting them," he said, and I cried harder.

"But it's stupid," I said and heard him mutter a spell and the lock I had put on the door clicked open. Draco quickly opened the door and shut it, locking it behind himself once again. Ok, I kinda did want to talk about it, he was right.

He say down on the floor facing me, "If it's what the Hufflepuffs were saying, it's not stupid to be sad," he comforted, and I shook my head.

"It isn't that. It's, well, you'll laugh," I said, avoiding eye contact as I tried to stop crying.

"No I won't Hermione."

"Yes, you will."

"Just say it," he said, starting to get a little annoyed.

I took a deep breath before looking him in the eyes and saying, "I wanted to fight them, like lay down the law and kick their asses but I didn't want to get in trouble."

"Such a goody-two-shoes, c'mon," he said, standing up and holding out a hand to me to help me up, which I accepted.

"Where are we going?" I asked once I had stood up and unlocked the door.

"To kick some Hufflepuff ass," he replied, and that's just what we did. Of course, he did it because they called me a slut and said that I was fat. I did it because I was still very mad at the world. For the first time since he's become my friend, the Slytherin side of him was helpful.